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Elizabeth Edwards/bookmarks/dude at work
Feb. 19th, 2008 01:59 amDoes anyone else cry right when they get up in the morning? I think it's some biological thing, because I do it all the time when I actually get a decent amount of sleep, and it's not even limited to when I have depressing dreams.
For a frame of reference, I just dreamed that Celia's daughter from Weeds was in a screenwriting class with me, while the government was bribing this guy who carried muffins to pose as John Edwards and do all his Senate votes. And then before that, I dreamed that Elizabeth's blog was still online (which, admittedly, was quite an emotional situation for me :P)
I really heart Elizabeth. I've been watching all these random clips, like parts of the 60 Minutes interview (Katie Couric now makes me sad)and other random cute interviews with the two of them being the cutest couple ever. This is really tragic. Once again, I find myself shipping a couple that actually exists (and one that is NOT Sally Field/Dave Annable or Noah Wyle/Dennis Quaid). It's pretty scary. You can totally tell how much he like, worships her though. Not really in a tragic, dependent way so much as a preciousness, respectful way. I kind of wonder if that's the age thing. But it does work for them, I have to say.
Oh yeah, and the library is finally open tomorrow, which is pretty sweet for me considering I have her book on reserve and it'll be the first book I read without being forced to since that book on tape read by JoBeth Williams. Excitement.
On a completely unrelated note, I spent a great deal of yesterday having something like a West Wing marathon. It was the perfect way to celebrate the beginning of this glorious, amazing February vacation that has hugged my life forever. Also in the spirit of celebration, I sorted through my bookmarks, which is like the most epic task ever. It haunts me. It always overflows, not unlike my email account and all my binders for school, which no longer identify with any particular subject. Anyway, it was a pretty awesome task, if I do say so myself, and now it is shiny and organized. I'll cherish that while I still can.
So there's this new guy at work who really enjoys working. He must be on something. I asked him if he could stay up front for me like 8 times so I could go deal with annoying photo customers and get trash bags, and he was like "I'm happy to!" I mean, I'm optimistic about my job, and even I don't say anything perkier than "sure" or "yeah." But yeah...he kept asking me for tasks and stuff. So I gave him some. *maniacal laughter* No, only when I was overflowing with tasks at 9:45 and he was voluntarily facing the umbrella rack. Although I did purposely tell him I had a "photo emergency" so I could get out of ringing up the most annoying customer of all time. I feel really guilty about that now, lmao. But not that guilty, because I came back like 10 minutes later and he was still ringing her up. :S
For a frame of reference, I just dreamed that Celia's daughter from Weeds was in a screenwriting class with me, while the government was bribing this guy who carried muffins to pose as John Edwards and do all his Senate votes. And then before that, I dreamed that Elizabeth's blog was still online (which, admittedly, was quite an emotional situation for me :P)
I really heart Elizabeth. I've been watching all these random clips, like parts of the 60 Minutes interview (Katie Couric now makes me sad)and other random cute interviews with the two of them being the cutest couple ever. This is really tragic. Once again, I find myself shipping a couple that actually exists (and one that is NOT Sally Field/Dave Annable or Noah Wyle/Dennis Quaid). It's pretty scary. You can totally tell how much he like, worships her though. Not really in a tragic, dependent way so much as a preciousness, respectful way. I kind of wonder if that's the age thing. But it does work for them, I have to say.
Oh yeah, and the library is finally open tomorrow, which is pretty sweet for me considering I have her book on reserve and it'll be the first book I read without being forced to since that book on tape read by JoBeth Williams. Excitement.
On a completely unrelated note, I spent a great deal of yesterday having something like a West Wing marathon. It was the perfect way to celebrate the beginning of this glorious, amazing February vacation that has hugged my life forever. Also in the spirit of celebration, I sorted through my bookmarks, which is like the most epic task ever. It haunts me. It always overflows, not unlike my email account and all my binders for school, which no longer identify with any particular subject. Anyway, it was a pretty awesome task, if I do say so myself, and now it is shiny and organized. I'll cherish that while I still can.
So there's this new guy at work who really enjoys working. He must be on something. I asked him if he could stay up front for me like 8 times so I could go deal with annoying photo customers and get trash bags, and he was like "I'm happy to!" I mean, I'm optimistic about my job, and even I don't say anything perkier than "sure" or "yeah." But yeah...he kept asking me for tasks and stuff. So I gave him some. *maniacal laughter* No, only when I was overflowing with tasks at 9:45 and he was voluntarily facing the umbrella rack. Although I did purposely tell him I had a "photo emergency" so I could get out of ringing up the most annoying customer of all time. I feel really guilty about that now, lmao. But not that guilty, because I came back like 10 minutes later and he was still ringing her up. :S
